~~In the Kingdom of Grass, the little ones rule, bold as brass over all that utter the crass words of adulthood~~
See that green over there? It was once mine,
A divine jungle of tumbling vines;
That circled a lake ripe for deep fishing,
The swishing lily pads great for wishing
That one day, living like this would be fine.
Now I see over the plants, and the pond
I was fond of is just that, the great bond
lost. I don't talk to fishes any more
And I'm sure that I once knew the soaring
Sparrow's name. I guess the magic is gone.